"asthetic" poems - Hello Poetry

There is one who is sunlit Potent as the jade-green sea Inhaling blissfull birdsong Exhaling ancient threnodies Years of headlights, rainsoaked Highways: miles under desert Sun. copper-skinned she's spells To sing with lips love letter soft She writes cataclysmic sonnets Without using words. Unabridged Resolute Her asthetic purely Lunar He tries to match her Inhale to inhale Exhale to exhale But he is a corpse Buried in black soil Roots to wrap and swallow him Crushing the soul from his bones Cursed then to wander mountains And watch her rest weary legs as she Drinks deeply from Aquarius

0

Feb 17, 2016

Feb 17, 2016 at 3:32 PM UTC

jacob-1

Cut

There is one who is sunlit Potent as the jade-green sea Inhaling blissfull birdsong Exhaling ancient threnodies Years of headlights, rainsoaked Highways: miles under desert Sun. copper-skinned she's spells To sing with lips love letter soft She writes cataclysmic sonnets Without using words. Unabridged Resolute Her asthetic purely Lunar He tries to match her Inhale to inhale Exhale to exhale But he is a corpse Buried in black soil Roots to wrap and swallow him Crushing the soul from his bones Cursed then to wander mountains And watch her rest weary legs as she Drinks deeply from Aquarius

22

We compare people to hurricanes and storms Acknowledging the beauty of natural force Romanticizing the unhinged power capable of breaking the backs of men But forgetting how these things end With broken homes and sarrow sunken hearts Trembling in the shock of ruin Shaking hands to pick up unmeasured damage And still we look back and put an asthetic label on your wrath little girl and admire the strength Only because we must ignore your lack of mercy For beauty is a two headed snake who will captive your gaze ; or spit poison into your eyes

0

Oct 8, 2016

Oct 8, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC

abigail-reynolds

Hurricane Jean

We compare people to hurricanes and storms Acknowledging the beauty of natural force Romanticizing the unhinged power capable of breaking the backs of men But forgetting how these things end With broken homes and sarrow sunken hearts Trembling in the shock of ruin Shaking hands to pick up unmeasured damage And still we look back and put an asthetic label on your wrath little girl and admire the strength Only because we must ignore your lack of mercy For beauty is a two headed snake who will captive your gaze ; or spit poison into your eyes

10

we built empires in our minds that no one else could inhabit we had never seen the world that's outside of our walls we hadn't ever let go of anything that we created we couldn't have controlled ourselves after we started something that wouldn't end we hadn't had the chance to run we were running out of time we hadn't had any options we were afraid of what we had become but after all... we tried being what we weren't and all that we thought that we wanted we slow danced in mcdonald's we explored abandoned buildings we had photo shoots in parking lots we stargazed on the hood of your vintage car we lived as much as we could because we knew we wouldn't last much longer than the last ones but we were at least willing to try and love before we ended

0

Mar 26, 2018

Mar 26, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC

adrianaa

babe, we're just another asthetic album cover.

we built empires in our minds that no one else could inhabit we had never seen the world that's outside of our walls we hadn't ever let go of anything that we created we couldn't have controlled ourselves after we started something that wouldn't end we hadn't had the chance to run we were running out of time we hadn't had any options we were afraid of what we had become but after all... we tried being what we weren't and all that we thought that we wanted we slow danced in mcdonald's we explored abandoned buildings we had photo shoots in parking lots we stargazed on the hood of your vintage car we lived as much as we could because we knew we wouldn't last much longer than the last ones but we were at least willing to try and love before we ended

21

Love is like the moon Its always beautiful in its own certain way But sometimes there are shadows covering that asthetic beauty And all we see is a light, brighter than the stars But its hidden beneath a blanket of clouds Just like love, Sometimes it full, with a beam of light shinning at midnight through your window But other nights its just the shadow Love is uncertain We dont know when it will disappear into the darkest of night Or when it will shine through the darkness Seeping into our heart with glimpses of false hope Love is like the moon Sometimes its the shadow of a doubt

0

Mar 25, 2015

Mar 25, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC

rachael-judd

Shadowed moon

Love is like the moon Its always beautiful in its own certain way But sometimes there are shadows covering that asthetic beauty And all we see is a light, brighter than the stars But its hidden beneath a blanket of clouds Just like love, Sometimes it full, with a beam of light shinning at midnight through your window But other nights its just the shadow Love is uncertain We dont know when it will disappear into the darkest of night Or when it will shine through the darkness Seeping into our heart with glimpses of false hope Love is like the moon Sometimes its the shadow of a doubt

14

She was happy and angelic Just like a Disney princess... Believed in an asthetic world which never existed... Believed in people who didn't know how to love... She celebrated each and every day with them Gave them her heart and trust....silly! But how could she forget... Neither it was Disney nor she was a princess. They hurt her with their knives of words and actions. She bleeded everyday more and more... But she was not a loser...as it ain't in her blood She picked up her sword and the bruised pieces... Put them back with the bandaids. They thought of her as a dream...that could be broken easily, But she is a nightmare...dressed up as a dream. In this world of princesses, She will be a Queen... Now don't get near her...you'll get burned Her heart is all black... I saw her pretending to be happy. But now I guess.... she is tired. The demons that once played and made her cry They are bowing down to her. Even though she is all black But I'll miss the old her...whatever she was Atleast she was mine. 🖤

0

Oct 22, 2020

Oct 22, 2020 at 6:01 AM UTC

Surkhab

Atleast she was mine

She was happy and angelic Just like a Disney princess... Believed in an asthetic world which never existed... Believed in people who didn't know how to love... She celebrated each and every day with them Gave them her heart and trust....silly! But how could she forget... Neither it was Disney nor she was a princess. They hurt her with their knives of words and actions. She bleeded everyday more and more... But she was not a loser...as it ain't in her blood She picked up her sword and the bruised pieces... Put them back with the bandaids. They thought of her as a dream...that could be broken easily, But she is a nightmare...dressed up as a dream. In this world of princesses, She will be a Queen... Now don't get near her...you'll get burned Her heart is all black... I saw her pretending to be happy. But now I guess.... she is tired. The demons that once played and made her cry They are bowing down to her. Even though she is all black But I'll miss the old her...whatever she was Atleast she was mine. 🖤

27

Anxiety? Kind of , Me, Deleting the posted poems To maintain a pattern 'is it even like mine asthetic ?'

0

May 16, 2019

May 16, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC

Bohemian_

From the bottom of the queue

Anxiety? Kind of , Me, Deleting the posted poems To maintain a pattern 'is it even like mine asthetic ?'

6

It's curse in your blood It's a shake in your step But I can't stress enough It's the rush in your head The rush you leave in my head Cause I love each flaw Like the creases in your hands And the bow in your back.

0

Dec 27, 2015

Dec 27, 2015 at 4:59 AM UTC

moxxi-king

Asthetic perception

It's curse in your blood It's a shake in your step But I can't stress enough It's the rush in your head The rush you leave in my head Cause I love each flaw Like the creases in your hands And the bow in your back.

8